is not a tongue, a dialect.

that the language of love is first and foremost
a dialectical conversation
within

The  sensuality of our senses,
all rising up in unison saying
This is what
This is what I need
This is what I desire
This is, this is!
The language universal
Within every human being

ever again will I use the phrase
"a failure to communicate,"
And shall replace it with
"the failure, the failing you,
to comprehend
what my entirety is
desirous of me
understanding
the alarm bells
but this:

*Where there is smoke, there is fire
Where there is fire there is desire,
language human, that never requires
translation